Carefully

Separated out as if your dreams were just the limbs
Of every tree you never planted
All the dreams that you recanted
…Until the sound of saying “this is what I always wanted” is a song that you replay before the static all begins

Holding up your candle made of ashes in a tray
For all the wishes never granted
And the love that they supplanted
…Because they were a lullaby for when you couldn’t sleep and so you found a bit of peace in their eventual decay

Questioning if anyone has ever said a word
That wasn’t salivating fiction
Or engulfed in predeliction
…So all the little syllables are jagged in a way that keeps you ready to escape from every sound as if a bird

Looking far away from all the hope you couldn’t see
On a horizon made of fire
That refuses to retire
…So everything is apropos of what you wanted sparingly
I know one day you’ll ask me, “how exactly will you care for me?”
The best that I can offer you is, “carefully…”